get sick of it before you've finished."

"No we won't," cried the boys.

"Well, I reckon we'd better be getting the stuff together," said Cad
getting up wearily. "Though I'm afraid the roly-poly will plumb scare
every 'possum out of the community."

"If they don't run at sight of you, they'll stand for anything short of
a ghost," retorted Stacy sarcastically.

Cad did not reply to this fling. He merely grinned. Tad saw more in
that grin than did his companions, but he held his peace. He wanted
to see the fun, even if it were still further at his own expense.

Preparations for the 'possum hunt were at once begun. Two burlap sacks
were procured from somewhere in the camp. These, with several candles
and some stout sticks, made up the outfit for the 'possum hunt.

"Where are you fellows going?" called Withem as he saw the outfit
starting away.

"Hunting 'possums," answered Dippy.

Lieutenant Withem smiled.

"I hope you bring back some for breakfast," called the professor. "I am
fond of 'possum."

"You won't be of the 'possum they catch," warned the lieutenant, in a
low tone.

With pistol holsters slapping against their thighs, Rangers and Pony
Rider Boys strode from the camp, circling to the left after leaving
the rocky pass where they had their resting place. They followed
around the base of the mountains for a half mile. The ground was
thickly wooded with second growth and mesquite bush.

Cad finally called a halt.

"I reckon we'll go in here," he said.

"Going to leave a bag here?" asked Polly.

"Sure. Here you, Perkins, catch bold of the bag."

"What do I do?" asked Walter.

"Wait; I'll show you."

Morgan very carefully lighted a candle and stuck it into the ground,
packing the dirt about it with his knife.

"Now you hold the bag open. Don't move. Don't jump if you see a
'possum light into the bag. You see the light draws them. It
hypnotizes them and they jump right into the light. That means they
jump into the bag. The minute one hops in all you have to do is to
close the bag, sling it over your shoulder and hike back to camp
with it."

"That's easy. I could catch 'possums myself if that's all a fellow has
to do," declared Stacy.

"It'll be your turn next, Fatty."

It was. After floundering through the bushes for some distance the
Rangers stopped.

"Now, Fatty, it's your turn," announced Cad. "You may have to wait
around here for an hour or two while we beat up the b